The Secret of the Yoga Club: The Women's Identity is Not Simple

After dinner, Lin Feng drove her out of the city, along a quiet little road by the river all the way to the outskirts.

I parked the car next to a bamboo grove and turned off the engine. The only sounds around me were the rustling of the wind through the bamboo leaves and the occasional ship whistle from the river in the distance.

The car was quiet, and the blue ambient lighting on the dashboard cast a soft, hazy glow on their faces. Luo Ruoxi unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned closer, resting one hand on the center console.

Her lips pressed against his, carrying the sweet taste of the strawberry daifuku she had just eaten; her tongue gently touched his upper lip.

"This is my birthday wish tonight," she whispered against his lips, then lowered her head and tucked her stray hair behind her ear.

The two full mounds below her collarbone dangled from the edge of her V-neck, dazzlingly white in the dim light inside the car.

I took my time, glancing at him occasionally.

Lin Feng gently placed his hand on the back of her head, running his fingers through her hair. After a long while, he leaned back in his seat, panting heavily.

Luo Ruoxi pulled out a tissue from her bag. "Today is the birthday person's turn."

She reached out and pinched Lin Feng's cheek, her voice tinged with a lazy satisfaction, "Don't think you're the only one who knows how to play. I remember everything you taught me."

That night, Lin Feng stayed at Luo Ruoxi's apartment. She changed into a dark purple silk slip dress, the hem of which was very short, just past mid-thigh, and the lace trim at the neckline clung to her fair skin below her collarbone.

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Finally, she lay on his chest, panting heavily, her hair soaked with sweat and clinging to her face. She slowly traced circles on his collarbone with her fingers and said in a hoarse voice that this was the best birthday gift she had ever received.

Lin Feng pulled her closer, lifted the blanket to cover her bare back, and gently ran his fingers along her smooth spine, feeling her body tremble slightly.

Life at the company remains busy and fulfilling.

After finishing his work each day, Lin Feng could always find a few minutes to relax during the few minutes Wang Yue brought in the documents.

Today, I was wearing a newly bought light gray bodycon mini skirt and black stockings with a subtle pattern. When I bent down to lay the documents on the table, the skirt hem rose a bit, and my thighs, encased in black stockings, gleamed faintly in the afternoon sunlight.

After signing his name, Lin Feng put down his pen, reached out and gently patted her thigh, his fingers sliding up a few inches along the weave of the black stockings.

"Are these stockings new? They feel even better than the last pair."

Wang Yue didn't flinch, but her ears turned red. She remained bent over, her fingers lightly clenching the edge of the document. "Yeah, I bought them when I went shopping with Su Hui over the weekend. She said this brand of stockings doesn't snag easily, so I tried them on."

She had grown accustomed to his sudden touches and even secretly looked forward to them.

She used to stiffen up when he touched her, but now she adjusts her posture slightly when his fingers glide over her to make it easier for him to touch her.

"Are the materials for the afternoon meeting ready?" Lin Feng withdrew his hand, turned to the next page of the report, and spoke casually as if nothing had happened.

"Everything is ready and has been sent to everyone's email address. The meeting room has also been booked for 2 PM in Meeting Room 3."

Wang Yue straightened up, took the documents, and left. As she reached the door, she glanced back at him, her dimples reappearing. "President Lin, there's a seam in the back of these stockings today. You didn't see it earlier."

After get off work, Lin Feng drove back to his parents' new home.

Zhang Xiulan kept the ground-floor house with a yard in perfect order. The muddy yard had been transformed into a small vegetable garden, with peppers and tomatoes hanging from the branches. The bamboo trellis in the corner was covered with loofah vines, and several bees buzzed among the yellow loofah flowers.

Zhang Xiulan was squatting next to the vegetable garden weeding when she saw her son come back. She quickly stood up, patted the mud off her hands, and took the bag of fruit from his hand.

"You're wasting money again. We still have more fruit than we can eat, and the apples you bought last time are still in the fridge." She complained, but her face was full of undisguised smiles.

"Those apples weren't fresh after a while. These just arrived today. You and Dad should try them." Lin Feng put the bag on the stone table in the yard and called out to his father.

Lin Jianguo came out of the living room with a teacup in his hand. When he saw his son return, a rare smile appeared on his face.

He pointed inside and said his mother had just made dumplings, asking Lin Feng to take some back to eat.

Then she added, "Your mom has been talking about you every day these past few days, saying you've lost weight and you must not have been eating properly while you're out."

"I haven't lost weight, I've actually gained several pounds. The chef at the cafeteria downstairs from my office is quite good."

Lin Feng strolled around the yard, looked at the thriving peppers and tomatoes in the vegetable garden, and then squatted down to tease the orange cat that had appeared out of nowhere in the corner.

Zhang Xiulan chattered on about the trivial matters between neighbors, saying that Aunt Su next door had complained to the property management a few days ago about the upstairs resident who kept a dog, and that a new vegetable market had opened in the community and was cheaper than the old one.

Listening to these words, Lin Feng felt a sense of security that he couldn't feel at the company.

After leaving his own yard, Lin Feng pushed open the gate to Su Mengya's yard next door. Su Mengya was sitting on the wooden floor in her yard, picking green beans. She had gotten off work early today and was wearing a white short-sleeved T-shirt and light blue denim shorts.

The neckline of the T-shirt was slightly open, and a shallow cleavage could be vaguely seen below the collarbone when bending over to pick vegetables.

Denim shorts hugged her round, firm buttocks, the hem of which reached just to the middle of her thighs. Her two long, fair legs were crossed on the floor, and her toes were painted with light pink nail polish.

Her hair was casually tied back with a hair tie, a few stray strands of hair clung to her neck, and there was a small sunburn mark behind her ear, probably from spending too much time in the yard earlier.

Her skin was a healthy, rosy white, unlike Ye Qinghan's glowing white skin or Shangguan Jinghong's porcelain-white skin, but rather a firm, radiant glow from regular exercise.

She has a slender waist with a smooth inner curve from her ribs to her hips, and the muscle lines on her arms are faintly visible from her long-term commitment to morning runs.

Hearing footsteps, she looked up and smiled slightly. "What brings you back today? Isn't the company pretty busy? You said you were working overtime when I called last time."

Lin Feng sat down next to her and reached into the basin to pick a handful of green beans for her. "It's rare for me to leave work early today, so I came back to visit. My mom called a few days ago and said I hadn't been home for a month, and if I didn't come back soon, she was going to come to my company to look for me."

He pinched the two ends of the green bean with two fingers and gently broke it off, then put it into the bowl. His movements were quite skillful.